Chapter 20. Sounds Like Candy

Rae:

The drive is silent.

Not the comfortable kind.

The thick, heavy kind.

The one that sits in your throat and makes every second feel like an hour.

I stare out the window, pretending I don’t notice his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror every few seconds.

Pretending my hands aren’t shaking just a little on my lap.

Eliza leans toward me, whispering sharp in my ear, "Ask your guy his name."

I blink at her, frowning.

She rolls her eyes dramatically.

"Seriously, Rae," she hisses, "If he's planning to kill us, at least we should know who's responsible."

I blush instantly.

"He's not my guy," I mutter back, heat crawling up my neck.

Eliza scoffs loud enough to make the second in command to smirk from the front seat.

"You slept with him," she reminds me, stabbing me with her elbow.

"Let him into your apartment one damn month later when he came creeping back, even after I